Every Sunday I will write a new six-sentence story. It might be aimed at any age of child. Each story features a downloadable coloring or activity page, which for this week can be found here. It’s a perfect relax-with-your-kids-on-a-Sunday-afternoon treat! 
He couldn’t run for anything,
His discus just fell flat.
He tried his hand at javelin
But he got burned out with that.
He had no legs to kick a ball
So soccer was a “no.”
Winter sports just weren’t his thing;
He didn’t like the snow.
But he had to be in something;
The Olympics were his aim!
So he put his fiery form to good -
He’d be that famous flame!
Every Sunday I will write a new six-sentence story. It might be aimed at any age of child. Each story features a downloadable coloring or activity page, which for this week can be found here. It’s a perfect relax-with-your-kids-on-a-Sunday-afternoon treat!
Sally Sue built a house or two for a fly who’d been living inside of her shoe. “Oh me, oh my!” cried the grateful fly, who promptly flew and wouldn’t say why. She traveled around, gathered all of her friends, and flew them all right back again. “What a lovely house!” the flies said to Sue, “could you please make each of us a house, too?”
So Sally Sue sat down again to build a house for fifty-two friends and, well…I’m sure you know how it’s going to end…
Sally Sue spent the rest of her days building houses for flies and she let them all stay ’til she grew quite old and she wanted to quit but there wasn’t a place for poor Sally to sit.
Every Sunday I will write a new six-sentence story. It might be aimed at any age of child. Each story features a downloadable coloring or activity page, which for this week can be found here. It’s a perfect relax-with-your-kids-on-a-Sunday-afternoon treat!
The crowd that was gathered in the square was endless; it had been decades since every single villager had a reason to be in the same place at once. Existence for Dopplestonians was a bitter one, for no one had seen a splash of color on…well, anything…in ages. Only the very old remembered back before Great Greyler had come, swept down upon their land and eaten everything he could find. Unfortunately for the Dopplestonians, Greylers don’t feast on people or buildings or trees, but on colors. So today was quite a sight, with young Sam running everywhere, waving the strange rainbowesque flower he had found by the riverbank over everything he could find, colors flying wildly from it’s petals and sticking to anything that would have them. From that day on, each Dopplestonian woke up to beautiful blue trees, bright purple grass, and a deep red sky that the whole world would come to envy.